"Certainly not, certainly not," said John Brough, perhaps a little ashamed."Hallo! George, Frederic, Augustus, come upstairs this instant, and bring down the trunks of Mrs.Hoggarty of Castle Hoggarty, which this young lady will show you."Nay, so great was Mr.Brough's condescension, that when some of his fashionable servants refused to meddle with the trunks, he himself seized a pair of them with both bands, carried them to the carriage, and shouted loud enough for all Lamb's Conduit Street to hear, "John Brough is not proud--no, no; and if his footmen are too high and mighty, he'll show them a lesson of humility."Mrs.Brough was for running downstairs too, and taking the trunks from her husband; but they were too heavy for her, so she contentedherself with sitting on one, and asking all persons who passed her, whether John Brough was not an angel of a man?
In this way it was that my aunt left us.I was not aware of her departure, for I was at the office at the time; and strolling back at five with Gus, saw my dear Mary smiling and bobbing from the window, and beckoning to us both to come up.This I thought was very strange, because Mrs.Hoggarty could not abide Hoskins, and indeed had told me repeatedly that either she or he must quit the house.Well, we went upstairs, and there was Mary, who had dried her tears and received us with the most smiling of faces, and laughed and clapped her hands, and danced, and shook Gus's hand.And what do you think the little rogue proposed? I am blest if she did not say she would like to go to Vauxhall!
As dinner was laid for three persons only, Gus took his seat with fear and trembling; and then Mrs.Sam Titmarsh related the circumstances which had occurred, and how Mrs.Hoggarty had been whisked away to Fulham in Mr.Brough's splendid carriage-and-four."Let her go," I am sorry to say, said I; and indeed we relished our veal-cutlets and jam- pudding a great deal more than Mrs.Hoggarty did her dinner off plate at the Rookery.
We had a very merry party to Vauxhall, Gus insisting on standing treat; and you may be certain that my aunt, whose absence was prolonged for three weeks, was heartily welcome to remain away, for we were much merrier and more comfortable without her.My little Mary used to make my breakfast before I went to office of mornings; and on Sundays we had a holiday, and saw the dear little children eat their boiled beef and potatoes at the Foundling, and heard the beautiful music: but, beautiful as it is, I think the children were a more beautiful sight still, and the look of their innocent happy faces was better than the best sermon.On week-days Mrs.Titmarsh would take a walk about five o'clock in the evening on the LEFT-hand side of Lamb's Conduit Street (as you go to Holborn)--ay, and sometimes pursue her walk as far as Snow Hill, when two young gents from the I.W.D.Fire and Life were pretty sure to meet her; and then how happily we all trudged off to dinner! Once we came up as a monster of a man, with high heels and a gold-headed cane, and whiskers all over hisface, was grinning under Mary's bonnet, and chattering to her, close to Day and Martin's Blacking Manufactory (not near such a handsome thing then as it is now)--there was the man chattering and ogling his best, when who should come up but Gus and I? And in the twinkling of a pegpost, as Lord Duberley says, my gentleman was seized by the collar of his coat and found himself sprawling under a stand of hackney-coaches; where all the watermen were grinning at him.The best of it was, he left his HEAD OF HAIR AND WHISKERS in my hand: but Mary said, "Don't be hard upon him, Samuel; it's only a Frenchman." And so we gave him his wig back, which one of the grinning stable-boys put on and carried to him as he lay in the straw.
He shrieked out something about "arretez," and "Francais," and "champ-d'honneur;" but we walked on, Gus putting his thumb to his nose and stretching out his finger at Master Frenchman.This made everybody laugh; and so the adventure ended.
About ten days after my aunt's departure came a letter from her, of which I give a copy:-"My Dear Nephew,--It was my earnest whish e'er this to have returned to London, where I am sure you and my niece Titmarsh miss me very much, and where she, poor thing, quite inexperienced in the ways of 'the great metropulus,' in aconamy, and indeed in every qualaty requasit in a good wife and the mistress of a famaly, can hardly manidge, I am sure, without me.
"Tell her ON NO ACCOUNT to pay more than 6.5D.for the prime pieces, 4.75D.for soup meat; and that the very best of London butter is to be had for 8.5D.; of course, for pudns and the kitchin you'll employ a commoner sort.My trunks were sadly packed by Mrs.Titmarsh, and the hasp of the portmantyou-lock has gone through my yellow satn.I have darned it, and woar it already twice, at two ellygant (though quiat) evening-parties given by my HOSPATABLE host; and my pegreen velvet on Saturday at a grand dinner, when Lord Scaramouch handed me to table.Everything was in the most SUMPTIOUS STYLE.Soup top and bottom (white and brown), removed by turbit and sammon with IMMENSE BOLES OF LOBSTER-SAUCE.Lobsters alone cost 15S.Turbit, threeguineas.The hole sammon, weighing, I'm sure, 15 lbs., and NEVER SEEN at table again; not a bitt of pickled sammon the hole weak afterwards.This kind of extravigance would JUST SUIT Mrs.Sam Titmarsh, who, as I always say, burns THE CANDLE AT BOTH ENDS.Well, young people, it is lucky for you you have an old aunt who knows better, and has a long purse; without witch, I dare say, SOME folks would be glad to see her out of doors.I don't mean you, Samuel, who have, I must say, been a dutiful nephew to me.Well, I dare say I shan't live long, and some folks won't be sorry to have me in my grave.
